taking in dark high-waisted jeans that hugged curvy hips, soft arms, and nails painted lavender, chipped at the tips.
Again with the descriptions of women. One of the first things I notice about another woman is her arms. Don't ask me why, but I'm a sucker for good arms. And I feel like most arms are good arms. Soft, muscular, tattooed, whatever. Give me all the arms.
